Solomon Yarrows was beginning to get impatient waiting for the newlyweds to show up. He did not socialize much, date often, or have a large group of friends. But there he was, sitting through a wedding he felt compelled to attend. While the guests waited for the bride and groom to arrive, his gaze scanned the lounge. When he finally had enough, the breathtakingly beautiful woman who had just entered the room caught his attention. Her beautiful, sensuous movement as she made her way to the bar caught his attention and he muttered, "Breathtaking." Allison Morgan took a seat at the bar. She needed one or two drinks to get through the night. She was the only one of their group who didn't have a date, which was fine. Even her twin Alicia had a date. Too many times the girls told her that her standards were too high to get a man. What did they expect? She was 34 years old, and she believed she had only one chance to find the perfect man for her. She'd been down that path before when she chose the wrong man, and she wasn't about to settle for any man just because he said hello and fed her some kind words. She wasn't that thirsty. As she looked around the busy lounge, she came upon the most stunning, swoon-worthy man she had ever seen sitting by himself. If just for one night, she could undoubtedly satisfy her thirst with him.
